He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes following her hands in the room. Her slender fingers would move from her mouth down to the plate of fresh food, all berries that the botanist was positive was on the island. Everything on her plate of food was indigenous plant-life to Isla Sorna. Since bringing back a dinosaur for her to eat would be next to impossible, especially since Customs had been watching InGen like a hawk since the San Diego incident. She ate berries and clovers, some roots and tubers along with gnawing occasionally on a stick of sugarcane.

"Ask her about how she's been living-it will all be recorded. Ask her anything you can think of that you think she may be able to disclose. Ask her what happened to her, how she went missing, why she has the scars… remember, she has the vocabulary of a 15 year old," the psychologist told Billy.

Billy nodded, looked at the team and smiled, "Don't worry about it. I got this."

He stepped into the room slowly, watching her and how she watched him. Her eating slowed; she chewed on a berry slowly, the ripe reddish blue juices running over the smooth carved cupid's bow of her lips. Looking up at him she didn't flinch or move away as he took a seat across from her on the table. The unscarred corner of her mouth twitched into a half smile.

"Lily," he began with a friendly smile, "do you know how old you are?"

The woman stopped, looked down at her plate. She lifted her hands, gazing down at them and moving her fingers. Her fingers touched her thumb moving from index to pinky on each finger for a few moments until she looked up at him and mouthed something. Coughing she cleared her throat and said louder than she seemed to have meant, "29?"

Billy nodded his head, "That's what we figured out. Do you remember when you went missing?"

"Missing?" she said and shook her head, popping a squash blossom into her mouth. She shook her head, "I wasn't missing."

He frowned and crossed his hands in front of himself on the table, leaning forward just a bit. "According to all of the reports, you went missing in October of 1996. Do you remember any of that? If you don't remember, that's fine. But we'd like to figure out what happened, so your cooperation would be much appreciated."

"I wasn't missing. I was left behind," she said with such conviction that a chill ran down Billy's spine. Goosebumps rose all over his body making his scalp and shoulders tingle as the hairs rose. "They left me, I was not missing. Missing would mean that they I was taken or lost. None of that happened, they simply left me behind. "

Billy sat back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest while he looked at her. Brows furrowed, he brooded. Not only could she speak and speak well, but she seemed to know exactly what happened to her. The illusion of a barbaric jungle girl that had no idea what was going on or what had happened to her was absolutely false in her case. He admired her for being able to communicate far better than any of the people at InGen thought possible. She just kept surprising everyone.

"Who left you behind?" he asked carefully, making sure that his tone was polite and unthreatening.

Lily looked up from her plate of food, "My friends-well I thought they were my friends anyway. Holt, Nina and me were playing hide-and-go-seek shipping containers behind the compound. It was my turn as seeker and then when I looked for them, they were gone. I couldn't find them anywhere and then I saw a raptor investigating so, I didn't want to go back to the compound to get cut off by the raptors. I just ran and ran. Had to climb into a tree when a rex came around. I don't remember how long I was in the tree, but when I came down there was a fire and then a big old boat crashing into the beach and… I watched the rexes walk out of the boat. I couldn't understand why they would send rexes back on a boat.

"When I came back to the compound, there were bodies everywhere. I couldn't find my mom and I couldn't find Holt or Nina or Marcy from the kitchen. I was alone," she said softly, her voice cracking while she looked down at her hands.

Billy smiled, satisfied. He sighed contentedly, "You can speak remarkably well. For someone who'd lived with raptors for so long, you're still remarkably human."

"Do you think I chose to live with the raptors?"

Billy shrugged, "It's a possibility."

"Why would anyone in their right mind choose to live with raptors?"

"I'm not sure. Did you?"

"I had no other choice."

"Really?"

"Of course. The rexes don't screw around with the raptors, nor do the spines, trikes or stegos. Everything that could hurt me didn't mess with the raptors. I had no other choice than to live with them and it took forever to get close to them," she shook her head. "It made sense. It sucked, too. I lived most of the time on my own in the compound where I found the library. Maybe that's why I can talk, I read to myself aloud. The same books, over and over and over. I read every book in the library at least four times-even the ones I didn't like at all."

"That's amazing…"

"Is it? The raptors didn't like when I'd come back from the compound. Found out that the best way to hide the fact that I'd been there was to cover up with mud. The mud also helped with the bugs," Lily nodded.

"What happened to your face?" Billy boldly asked, kicking himself for being so straightforward without a buffering sentence or anything.

Her eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, "Rude." He laughed, she smiled a bit and went on, "The raptors are sticklers about hunting. Everyone hunts in the pack, even when we're full-we hunt. I didn't get a kill one time and I paid for it. The alpha male at the time, I called him Angus because the green and red markings on his neck reminded me of plaid-a real Scotsman. He attacked my face, something that they do to people who don't provide for the pack. Most of the raptors have some sort of marking on their mouths. He clawed my face up and I wasn't allowed back in for a long while, only after I'd made a satisfactory kill was I allowed back in. Scarred up nicely, I hadn't seen it until I looked at myself in that glass thing," she nodded at the window of the interrogation room. "Some of the raptors still didn't accept me, but after something bad happened to wipe out most of the raptors, some sort of sickness, they needed me and the times of marking those who didn't hunt was over."

He nodded, rocking back and forth slightly. "You have quite the story to tell."

Lily shrugged her shoulders and smiled, only one side of her face seeming to cooperate. "May I finish my meal, first?"

Billy nodded and scooted out of his seat, exiting the room. In the hallway he turned to Wilder who stood by, a wicked grin on her lips. Immediately after the door clicked closed, the security light above the door turning a bright green, she began to verbally unload on him.

"You must get absolutely every shred of information that she has. Get her to tell you everything, what her life is like, what she eats, how she eats, anecdotes from a hunt-anything you can get. Ask her what books she read, how many of them, how did she deal with growing up in the jungle? Did she ever get sick? We want it all."

Billy frowned a bit, "What are you doing, Wilder? You want a book deal or maybe a documentary on her?"

Lily sat back and pushed her plate forward, finished with her vegetarian meal. He stepped back, "I'll see what I can do, but if you don't measure up to the contract, I'm taking your ass to court."

"Not like you could win," Wilder said as the door closed behind him.

He shook his head as he took a seat in front of her again. "Would you like anything?"

Lily nodded, "Can we move somewhere more comfortable? And can I get some clothes-maybe something loose and comfortable?

He looked back over his shoulder at the window, raising a brow. "You heard her."

"Who heard me?"

"You really don't want to know."